Chapter 24

Cang Luo’s duel with Chen Da lasted half an hour, most of which was a war of attrition; Cang Luo used his skill “Listen to Sound, Identify Position” and pebble ambushes to drain Chen Da’s Yuan force and stamina.

Later, the fighting range shrank, and Chen Da launched a frenzied counterattack, forcing Cang Luo into desperate retreat—he was moments away from being defeated.

Just as everyone believed Cang Luo was certain to lose, the two exchanged a direct blow.

After the clash, Chen Da collapsed to the ground with a cry of agony; the watching disciples were stunned.

One disciple cried out: “How is this possible? Brother Chen Da, at Warrior Fifth Layer, was defeated by someone at Warrior Third Layer?”

“What’s impossible about it? That brat started by begging and pleading, then proposed a blindfolded duel to exhaust Chen Da with every trick in the book.”

“When he realized he still couldn’t win, he finally chose to seize an opportunity and strike straight for the vital point—even at the cost of his life.”

“A man who can bend or straighten, who thinks deeply and acts decisively and ruthlessly—it’s no surprise he beat Chen Da, who was arrogant and careless.”

“Exactly. When facing such an opponent, either subdue him in one blow without words, or take a different path.”

“By the way, he’s ruthless—he actually shattered Chen Da’s reproductive organs. Now they’re sworn enemies; his older brother Chen Dalong will surely come for revenge.”

“Ah! My fifteen silver taels—lost... Let’s go, let’s go, back to cultivation.”

Some disciples couldn’t accept the duel’s outcome; those who had bet on Chen Da’s victory began to complain bitterly.

Some called Chen Da a paper tiger—arrogant and careless, costing them their money.

Others accused Cang Luo of deceit—hiding his cultivation level and using hidden weapons; his victory was dishonorable.

In contrast, the few disciples who had bet on Cang Luo’s win wore uncontainable joy—it was a tenfold return!

But the happiest of all was the referee and bookmaker—he had made a fortune.

Besides them, only Cang Luo’s three roommates and Xiang Yunjiao were surprised he had won.

Liu Xuande and Li Zhan regretted deeply, cursing themselves for not listening to Cang Luo and betting on him—they could’ve made a fortune.

Xiang Yunjiao came to Cang Luo’s side to check his arm injury; finding only slight swelling, she immediately channeled Yuan force into the swollen area to reduce it.

She cultivated a Water-natured heart method; Water-natured Yuan force had healing properties.

While others rejoiced or fumed, Chen Da lay writhing on the ground, face twisted in pain, trembling all over, clutching his groin as he groaned and lamented.

He regretted accepting Cang Luo’s blindfolded duel condition—he’d been tricked by this shameless scoundrel.

But now, no words could undo it.

Because his balls had been crushed!

In the instant his balls were shattered, pain was drowned by despair—he suddenly felt life had lost all meaning.

What is the most important thing in a man’s life?

One: cultivation base. Two: his balls.

The former is the condition for wealth and glory; the latter is the foundation for enjoying it.

If you can’t enjoy wealth and glory, what use is your cultivation?

As he thought, Chen Da shed tears of regret, feeling life was no longer worth living—until he remembered the root of it all: Cang Luo.

Chen Da tore off his eye patch, gritting his teeth through the pain: “Cang Luo, I swear I’ll kill you if I don’t avenge this! Wait—I’ll repay you tenfold for what you’ve done!”

He tried to stand, but the pain pinned him down.

At once, several disciples who had earlier claimed they’d join Ouyang Lie’s faction rushed over to help him up—they wouldn’t miss a chance to curry favor.

Chen Da glanced at them gratefully, weakly saying: “Thank you, brothers—please take me to the Elixir Pavilion.”

He still clung to a sliver of hope—perhaps the clerks there could save one or two of his balls.

Just as Chen Da was about to leave for the Elixir Pavilion, Cang Luo suddenly shouted: “Stop!”

Hearing Cang Luo’s voice, Chen Da’s groin spasmed violently with fresh pain.

With help from two outer disciples, he slowly turned to face Cang Luo, ready to curse him—only to see Xiang Yunjiao tenderly healing Cang Luo. His blood boiled.

Will I ever be able to fondle those delicate serving girls again?

Thinking of such pleasures, Chen Da was overcome with sorrow and despair, glaring at Cang Luo with burning hatred.

Cang Luo, enjoying Xiang Yunjiao’s healing, tilted his head to gaze at Chen Da’s groin—the warm Yuan force and her silken skin against his arm felt wonderfully soothing.

In truth, Cang Luo never wanted to strike Chen Da’s groin.

But at that moment, he had no choice—only one chance to attack, so he struck the most lethal spot.

Feeling his arm no longer hurt as badly, Cang Luo stepped before Chen Da, blocking his path, and smiled: “Did I say you could leave? You want to duel? Fine. You want to walk away? Also fine?

We haven’t settled this yet. Come on—let’s fight three hundred more rounds.”

“You—!” Chen Da was so enraged he couldn’t speak.

You’ve already beaten me to this state—and it’s not over?

Damn it! Is this treacherous brat trying to delay me so I can’t get treatment? Very likely!

“What do you mean, ‘you’? You you you?”

Cang Luo grabbed Chen Da’s collar, sneering: “You want to be a coward and avoid battle? Fine—I’ll give you two choices.

One: crawl under my crotch. Two: tell me who sent you to cause me trouble.”

No sooner had Cang Luo finished than Chen Da spat out a mouthful of blood from his chest—nearly spraying Cang Luo.

He remembered—he’d said the same thing to Cang Luo before the duel.

“I’ll give you two choices: crawl under my crotch, or duel me...”

Same grip on the collar. Same two choices.

Only the roles had reversed—truly, the Dao repays in cycles!

But how did he know someone had ordered me to come after him?

At that moment, a disciple with triangular eyes, who had been supporting Chen Da, frowned.

He looked at Cang Luo and said sternly: “Brother Cang, Brother Chen has lost and cannot continue. Don’t press him further.

Leave a little room for future encounters. Besides, your methods are despicable—your victory is dishonorable.”

Cang Luo burst out laughing at the triangular-eyed disciple’s words: “What a ridiculous joke—I’m being aggressive? My methods are despicable?

When he came after me, wasn’t he the one being aggressive?

Didn’t he, a Warrior Fifth Layer, force a Warrior Third Layer to duel? Wasn’t that despicable?

Only he can bully me, but I can’t fight back?

What kind of logic is that? Who does he think he is?”

Cang Luo’s rapid-fire questions silenced the triangular-eyed disciple—he’d watched the whole duel; he knew who was right and who was wrong.

He’d spoken up for Chen Da only to gain favor—to make Chen Da remember he’d helped him. Free favors are never wasted.

Though he fell silent, the triangular-eyed disciple now hated Cang Luo intensely.

Damn it! He’s only Warrior Third Layer—and he dares speak to me, a Warrior Fourth Layer, like this!?

Cang Luo ignored the triangular-eyed disciple, glanced at Chen Da’s groin, and said coldly: “Choose. If you don’t choose, you don’t leave. I’ve got time. I just worry your little brother won’t.”

“Little brother?” Li Zhan asked suddenly from behind Cang Luo: “Brother Cang, I didn’t hear he had a little brother?”

“He’s got an older brother, Warrior Seventh Layer—you should watch out for his revenge.”

Cang Luo nodded—he’d heard already that Chen Da had a Warrior Seventh Layer brother.

Come on! Warriors come, I’ll block them; floods come, I’ll dam them!

Cang Luo sighed: “‘Little brother’ is my hometown slang—it means the thing you pee with.”

For a moment, no one reacted. Liu Xuande laughed: “Not bad—not bad. Calling such an indecent thing ‘little brother’ isn’t bad at all.

The progeny root is for continuing the lineage—it’s the most vital organ in a man’s body, like a brother.”

With Liu Xuande’s explanation, everyone burst into laughter—even the usually stoic Cang Feng couldn’t help smiling.

Everyone found it amusing and began repeating it.

“Little brother!”

“Little brother?”

“Little brother...”

The laughter drew disapproving glares from several female disciples who hadn’t left yet; the female disciples who’d lost their bets hurried away.

Xiang Yunjiao blushed furiously—Brother Cang, how could he say such a crude thing right in front of me...

To Chen Da, the laughter was like knives in his ears—as if they mocked him, called him a eunuch, a worthless thing.

Chen Da gave a bitter laugh and said to Cang Luo: “No one ordered me. Winner takes all—kill me or cut me down, I don’t care. But crawl under your crotch? Only if you drag my corpse through it.”

Chen Da dared not reveal that Ouyang Lie had sent him to trouble Cang Luo.

If he did, the entire Xuantian Sect would have no place for him—he’d be killed by Ouyang Lie!

Cang Luo frowned, then smiled: “Won’t say? Then I’ll wait until you do. Let’s see who lasts longer.”

“You—you’re going too far!” Chen Da’s chest heaved with rage, torn inside: was his little brother more important than his life?

Dammit! Why did I start saying “little brother”?

It’s the progeny root! My progeny root!

Cang Luo ignored Chen Da, chatting with Liu Xuande and the others, while pondering his situation.

His known enemies were two: Chen Da, and his Warrior Seventh Layer brother, Chen Dalong.

Chen Da was already ruined—no threat. His brother Chen Dalong wasn’t much to fear either—just Warrior Seventh Layer.

He’d risen from Warrior First Layer to Third in two hours—he’d surpass Chen Dalong in no time.

What Cang Luo truly feared was Chen Da’s unseen master. Unknown enemies were the most dangerous—if he didn’t uncover them, he’d never sleep soundly.

Cang Luo was thinking. Chen Da was hesitating—whether to reveal his master. He truly dared not betray Ouyang Lie.

Seeing Chen Da still wouldn’t speak, Cang Luo decided to keep waiting him out.

Cang Luo saw that Chen Da was still not ready to reveal the mastermind behind it, so he decided to keep stalling him.

But at that moment, Cang Feng suddenly said, “Cang younger brother, let him go—the afternoon cultivation session is about to begin; let’s take you to report to Brother Liang first.”

“Let him go?”

Cang Luo and Chen Da both frowned in confusion.

Chen Da thought Cang Feng was being sensible—afraid to offend his brother, trying to do him a favor—but he wouldn’t feel grateful.

Cang Luo sensed Cang Feng had something to say to him, and remembered how the man had saved him before the duel, his cultivation depth profound.

Though he didn’t understand why Cang Feng wanted him to release Chen Da, after a brief hesitation, Cang Luo agreed and let him go.

Chen Da, supported by several outer-disciple students, hurried away to treat his wounds, daring not to utter a single threat—he feared Cang Luo, that treacherous bastard, might change his mind.

Chen Da’s hatred burned fiercely: When my injuries heal, I’ll repay today’s humiliation tenfold, a hundredfold.

And as for Cang Feng—don’t think saying a few kind words just now means I’ll let you off.

Oh, and that female disciple—I’ll smash Cang Luo’s little brother first, then rape her right in front of him...

Little brother... damn it! I can’t stop saying it.

It’s the ancestral root!

After Chen Da left, Cang Luo asked softly, “Why did you tell me to let him go?”

Cang Luo held great respect for Cang Feng—he was powerful, and had saved Cang Luo’s life.

Though Cang Feng was younger than him, this was a world ruled by martial strength.

Age meant nothing—only cultivation base mattered!

“Yeah, why?” Li Zhanxing also looked puzzled.

Cang Feng clenched his powerful fist and said firmly, “So what if you know who ordered Chen Da? With your current cultivation base, can you handle the enemies coming for you? You can’t—even if you try, you’ll only deepen their malice.”

“How so?” Cang Luo asked earnestly.

“I don’t know how you provoked them, but they didn’t confront you themselves—they sent someone else. There must be a reason. [121] Perhaps they fear something, or perhaps they simply look down on you.”

I don’t know how you provoked them, but since they didn’t confront you themselves and instead hired someone else, there must be a reason.

Cang Feng paused, then continued: “If their identity is exposed, they’ll be forced to act personally—and then you’ll be in far worse trouble. So it’s better you don’t know.”

“Right now, your most important task is to use Chen Da’s injury to train harder, and prepare for his revenge—or his brother Chen Dalong’s.”

Liu Xuande interjected, “Cang older brother speaks wisely.”

Cang Feng added, “Come, let’s take you to report to Brother Liang. Train hard—Chen Dalong is only at Warrior Seventh Layer. I believe you can handle him.”

With that, Cang Feng flicked his short ponytail and strode away gracefully; Liu Xuande and Li Zhanxing hurried after him, leaving Cang Luo and Xiang Yunjiao behind—they knew Cang Luo and Xiang Yunjiao had things to say.

Cang Luo nodded, agreeing Cang Feng’s words made sense.

If fortune calls, you cannot avoid it; if disaster comes, you cannot escape it. All he could do was train harder, raise his cultivation base.

If it’s fortune, it won’t be avoided; if it’s disaster, it can’t be escaped—what one can do is only strive to cultivate and raise one’s cultivation base.